Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) (21 page)

She stepped into strappy
black heels and ran her hand up the thigh-high slit in the skirt to where the
black hose fastened by elastic bands. Black thong panties were her only other
garment. She sneered at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t even that she wanted
Dan, actually, but that she wanted him to want her.
Needed
him to crush her down to nothing with his condescending glare.
However
much insult he could give her, she would welcome the perverse comfort and beg
for more.

The final look satisfied
her, if this is how she wanted to look. A few more turns staring at herself in
the mirror and she might change her mind.
Again.
Maybe
go back to the damn jeans and the turtleneck, turn Dan away at the door,
send
them back to St. Louis with no further contact. She
would try to figure out her next step after scraping up the pieces.

Outside the overcast sky
had taken on that high pale look that might turn into something nasty. A brief
pang shot down her neck as she put away discarded clothes. If it would snow,
they might be stranded here. Things might smooth out, Alex would come back to
her bed, she could figure out how to have what she wanted from both men and
they would agree. No matter how intense her feelings for Alex, Dan held a
certain power over her that she wasn’t ready to give up. Her head suddenly
throbbed with the conflict.

She heard boots hit the
porch and the door opened. No way to change her mind now. She took a deep
breath and tried to regain some of the attitude she had been working on all
morning, something that would stand up to Dan and his arrogant commandeering
style. At the bedroom doorway, she stopped and tried to project assurance as
she watched his eyes register on her. The slight drop of his jaw and the
narrowing of his pale eyes definitely got her off to the right start.

“Miss McClure.”

“Hi,
Dan.”

“We made coffee but there
wasn’t much. You have any?”

“Sure, mine’s still hot,”
she said smoothly, stepping into the hallway and around the corner into the
kitchen. She could feel his stare on her ass as she walked across the kitchen
to get a mug and pour for him.

“Coffee’s not all that’s
hot,” he growled. He accepted the mug and made no secret of his survey down the
front of her dress. She put a hand on her hip and adjusted her position
slightly so that her leg peeked out of the slit. His gaze lingered on her thigh
where it emerged from the silk before coming back to her eyes to meet her with
his challenging stare.

“You look damn fine,” he
said after a sip of the coffee. “Makes me wonder where you think we’re going
with this.”

“You’re driving,” she
said, trying to be casual. She had no idea where they were going. She didn’t
even know if she wanted him. He had always made her want him. If he was going
to be hesitant, expect her to take the lead... She lifted her chin. “Surely you
have some ideas.”

“Oh, yes, I have ideas.
I’m not sure you’ll like them.” His tone sharpened.

What exactly did he have
in mind? He continued to sip the coffee and stare at her. She felt nervous as
hell. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, at least, as far as she had gone in
her mind. Which, she had to admit in a panicky moment, wasn’t very far.

He set the coffee cup on
the nearby sideboard and came up close to put his hand on the back of her neck
and
pull
her mouth to his. His lips traced roughly
across hers and down her neck. Shivers ran up her chest, tightening her
nipples, a development not lost on Dan. He ran the tip of a finger across one
bunched nipple, then the other.

“I’m not exactly clear on
your idea of having both of us. I think Alex is a little confused as well.
You’ll have to correct me if I’m wrong,” he whispered, taking her wrist in his
hand and slipping it into a looped strap, “but I’ve been under the impression
that you enjoyed our sessions. Was I right?” He brought her wrist behind her
and forced her down into one of the kitchen chairs, where he fastened her wrist
to the back of it. Then he took her other wrist and tied it. “Was I?”

Short of breath, she
pulled against the ties. This wasn’t exactly what she had
imagined,
all dressed up and tied to a chair in the middle of her kitchen. He knelt by
her feet and pulled her ankles back to fasten to the back leg on either side so
that her knees gaped apart. She didn’t see how she was going to get much
satisfaction from this, even though her body thrilled in the restraints.

He slung off his jacket
and pulled up another chair. His shoulders stretched the white t-shirt. She could
see the contours of his pectoral muscles and his nipples pressed against the
cotton. His biceps bulged as he leaned toward her, smiling at her with narrowed
eyes.

A flash of heat surged up
her body as he came near. He kissed her again, forcing her mouth open with his
tongue as he slid his hand down across her breasts and thighs before bringing
his fingers up sharply between her legs to crease into her moist panties.

“I didn’t hear you,” he
breathed against her cheek.

“
Ohh
,
yes, yes, I enjoyed it,” she whispered in a rush.

He pushed her skirt
aside, exposing the top of the hose. Again he ran his hand up her thigh,
shoving under the folds of the dress to caress her clit. The thong panties
offered scant protection from his big hand.
“And so you got
dressed up to show me how much you liked it.”

“Yes,” she said in a
quiet voice. She gave in easily to his authority, so obvious.

He stood up and unzipped,
bringing his erect cock toward her face. “This is what you wanted?”

Scent swarmed in her nose
and her saliva gathered. Her tongue slipped over the satiny wide crown of it.
Her mouth
opened,
hungry for the thickness against her
tongue. She felt his body respond as she stroked it with her tongue, sucked on
it, slid it back along the roof of her mouth. His hips began moving, his hands
fastened in her hair. After only a few moments, he groaned and retrieved
himself, sliding the big erection back inside his boxers but leaving his jeans
unzipped.

He was breathing heavily
as he sat back down. His hands shoved on her skirt, forcing it up to her waist
and stuffing the fabric behind her before resuming his slow play at her clit.
“And what else?” His voice was husky. “Why else did you get dressed up?”

“I don’t know,” she
murmured.

His fingers continued
their torment down the wet center of her panties, with each stroke coming back
to push against her clit. His left hand slid through the draped neckline of the
dress and stroked her breasts.

“Miss McClure, I’ll ask
you again. Now, what other reason did you have to dress up?”

A gentle burn radiated
down her thighs, across the small of her back, and up through her crotch to her
belly.
Her pussy, sore from Alex, clenched and shuddered at
his teasing.
His fingers squeezed through the silk panties to stroke the
stiffened clit.

“Is this all you want, or
will you tell me
your
other reasons?”

“Oh,” she gasped, “it
was, I wanted you to...

“You wanted me to...” His
fingers shoved inside the panties and found the moisture, stroking again and
again as she pulled against the ties.

“...to
want
me, damn you.
Ohh
.”

He stopped moving for a
moment. She felt him shift position and then her hands and ankles were freed
from the ties. In seconds her heels were tapping across the floor as he hurried
her to the bedroom.

His hands made fast work
of the dress fastenings and panties, so that in moments he had pushed her back
to the bed wearing only the hose. He tied her wrists above her head and her
wide-stretched ankles to the rails and then stripped off his clothes before
kneeling as he had done in his tortures before.

Only this time, he wasn’t
fully dressed. In daylight, without the film of alcohol or the tiredness of
evening, his naked body terrified her and cast the situation in a blatantly
carnal light. Pure animal strength exuded from his frame. His cock angled
toward her, its head purplish and dark. His muscles flexed and rippled as he
worked her over. Even more devastating were the expressions on his face, the
pale blue eyes seeing through her pretenses and leaving her need stripped bare.
His hands teased her swollen pussy and played with her clit until she moaned
and quivered at each nudge. His mouth lowered to her nipples to suck and tongue
and bite.

One finger slid into her
vagina and began the movement she so desperately wanted while his other hand
continued its torture on her clit. She felt her thighs building fire around his
hands, her pussy gushing cream and grasping. Her whole body shook as he ran
another finger up her ass and began stroking her there. Her thighs convulsed.

“
Ohh
, Dan, yes.
Yes
yes
.”

“You want me to want
you,” he breathed, bringing his face close to hers while his strong hands
crushed her clit and kept stroking in her asshole. “Isn’t that what you said?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Do you think I want
you?”

“I... I don’t know,” she
gasped.
“
Ohhh
.”

He shifted position and
rammed his cock against her pussy, waiting only seconds before sliding the
thick head inside. “Do you think I want you now?” he gritted, starting to move
his hips. His strokes were short and slow, each movement taking him slightly
deeper inside her. Her greedy pussy started contracting around him immediately.
Her clit was on fire.

“Now?” he breathed,
bringing
himself
all the way in. “Do you need every
man to want you?”

“Yes!” she cried out blindly,
then, “
ohhh
,” as he pulled out.

In, then out, his body
covered her in heat. His sweat-filmed chest loomed over her, menacing and
powerful. She pulled against the ties holding her spread-eagle on the bed,
wanting some escape, some way to turn from the overpowering control he now
exerted with each hard plunge of his cock. Her view filled with his bulging
shoulders, his muscled arms, the thickness of his neck, his
stubbled
jaw. He strained over her in his constant turbulent motion, like a storm over
the land, and she was lashed and turned and battered and breathless in a
rolling orgasm. Her pussy contracted and erupted and contracted again, until
fluids ran down her buttocks and still he fucked her.

Little sobs issued from her
throat as he began to come. It felt like a torch in her belly. Her breasts
burned against his chest, heaving and writhing in the force of his last
moments. His fire surged inside her. His hips made short violent thrusts. His
body shuddered, he groaned.
“
Ahhh
!”

He collapsed beside her
on the bed. After a few moments, he released her wrists and ankles and lifted
her arm to roll her sideways toward him. His half-opened eyes watched her from
a pale blue distance. She stared at his face where his lips had narrowed into a
line and his jaw seemed tight. She lifted a finger to gently graze his lips.

“Dan...
ummm
. Thank you.”

His gaze shifted, and he
rolled to his back. “Don’t thank me,” he finally said in a gruff voice. “You
probably saved my life. I owe you.”

Her hand slid over the
wiry hair on his chest. She nestled against him, her breasts crammed against
his side as she draped a leg over his big thigh.

“Why is that, Dan, what
happened to you? I mean, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. It’s
just that, before, you said some things, so I assumed...”

“Yeah, well, my wife
fucked around behind my back. She took pains to target men who knew me,
business associates. When I found out…I didn’t take it well.”

He paused. She sensed he
skipped some key parts.

“I let it get to me,” he
finally said in a quiet voice.

He turned his head
briefly and stared at her. “Look, you should know…when we came here, Alex had a
plan. I needed to accept what had happened, needed to get her out of my system.
He had this idea, called some people, someone you knew…”

“Wade.”

“Yeah.
Anyway, with no small effort and a
few bruises, Alex managed to pull me away from the bottle and the pills, and
here I am.” He rested his head back on the pillow. “We had no idea what to
expect. I knew nothing about kink. You’ve been incredibly generous, really
amazed me,” he added gruffly.
“Exactly what I needed.”

Bryn’s mind raced. It
seemed so simple. Alex had never wanted
her,
he wanted
her to be there for Dan. And Dan never wanted
her,
it
was some kind of therapy. Another female body that he could pretend was the
ex-wife who betrayed him. She had known that going in, had agreed to it. Now,
looking back, it seemed incomprehensible that she could be so naïve about how
it would affect her.